Its a start

Its a start

A Poem by Closet Writer
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self explanitory.

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To write is a gift.
To understand written word is a blessing.
To listen with empathy is beautiful, 
and hearing with your soul is greatness.

Every word written is a story all its own.
Its author is it's voice though the person be unknown.

Dedication is important, but so is the love alone, 
to make something great in to a precious stone.

Speaking with words, is something if not other than a gift,
to express ones self without the sound of a hard voice yet remains swift.

Hearing with your heart is just as effective as ears, but what you miss with 
voice you make up for with your eyes.

Writing is a gift, each day you live its true,
to speak to ones soul with out so much as a scruff.

No one says it is easy but this i know be true, if were
not for my gift the friends I met would not be true.

For they are my biggest fans who read, rather than speak,
for my words in type are more relieving than one could seek.

© 2014 Closet Writer


Author's Note

Closet Writer
I know its not orthodox but it is about my start

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A nice poem. All you have written about writing is absolutely true.Writing is truly a gift and I must say that you have great potential in writing poetry. Your thoughts and feelings in this poem are very unique and different and that makes reading the poem a even more interesting experience. Well Done! Keep it up!

Posted 9 Years Ago



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Added on December 5, 2014
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Tags: Life, Starts, Fears, Happiness, Beginnings, Hope, Understanding, Depth

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Closet Writer
Closet Writer

Lompoc, CA



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I am Victoria! I am 22 years young! I have been writing since I could remember! I am married with one son! My other babies consist of two rather rambunctious dogs! I am a college student, and my .. more..

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